"Yes, my master doesn't do anything about snails."

"Hook knife painting, right, ...... Yangzhou over there" The original small talk was made serious by the professional teacher, "What's the surname?" ”

This is the first time in more than a year that Gong Yusheng has talked about his master with a professional teacher, and the latter is interested, and Gong Yusheng has nothing to hide.

What's more, although his master is not the top in the industry, Gong Yusheng, who is an apprentice, is always proud of having such a master: "My master's surname is Yang." ”

"Surname Yang?"

With a gold-painted pine tree under his hand, Gong Yusheng didn't dare to relax a little, so he naturally didn't raise his head, otherwise he wouldn't have missed the surprised eyes of the professional teacher.

"Yang Mingzhu."

"Oh, I heard she took in an apprentice."

The words of the professional class teacher can be described as inexplicable, so that Gong Yusheng restrained himself for a long time to avoid shaking his hands and destroying the gold painting that needed to be formed at one time.

"Okay, study hard with her."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Gong Yusheng, who was holding his breath, seemed to be still in a state of mind, and did not respond to the words of the professional teacher, until the brush in his hand was put down, and Gong Yusheng suddenly realized that the teacher had been away for a long time.

Rubbing his wrist that was a little pantothenic, Gong Yusheng raised his hand to reach the mobile phone, and when he opened it, he saw the words sent by Guan Qi, and smiled helplessly.

[Qi Sheng: You don't want to get the lacquerware side, why are you pulling me in?] 】

[Behind closed doors: You're out of class?] 】

[Behind closed doors: Engage in martial arts, this kind of domestic and international interest, plus a little bit of innovative elements, don't you see Kung Fu Panda is a popular animation? ] 】

【Qi Sheng: ......】

[Qi Sheng: What did I say about you? There are stereotypes in the world, they are not easy to accept if you deviate from the stereotype, you can't accept the stereotype, don't think so far first, step by step]

Imagining the helpless appearance of Fa Xiao'er now holding his mobile phone to type and delete, Guan Qi fell into the chair on the side with a "bang".

[Behind closed doors, say: Look, isn't this the effect? 】

【Qi Sheng: ......】

Don't look at how talkative Guan Qi is, but he is as good as ever at talking to death. At this point, even Gong Yusheng, who grew up with a child, couldn't resist it.

[Qi Sheng: You cooperate with that Lin Muyuan and them, don't you two conflict? 】

[Behind closed doors: Not now, I think we had a good conversation]

The question mark in the dialog box was deleted by Gong Yusheng after all, and it was not sent. Sighing lightly, and wiping off a bit of vermilion lacquer on his hands with cooking oil, Gong Yusheng changed a euphemism.

[Qi Sheng: Have you ever thought that there are still some barriers between film and television and animation? And I think that although Lin Muyuan looks soft and weak, she also has her own ideas]

It can be seen from the fact that Lin Muyuan has not responded in the group, if he really agrees with Guan Qi's idea, even if there are differences in details, he would have put it forward a long time ago - Guan Qi is too jumpy, Lin Muyuan looks at it steadily, and if he really cooperates, he doesn't know how many conflicts there will be.

Before Guan Qi could come up with a rebuttal to Gong Yusheng, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Guan Qi, who finally dragged himself up from the chair, opened the door angrily, the person who came was still Guan Qi's least favorite person, if he remembered correctly, he should be in the same department as Jiang Shijin.

"Guan Qi? Ran Ning from the history department asked me to tell you to go to the playground to find her, saying that she had something to talk to you about. ”

"Oh, thank you." If you are not angry, you are not angry, you still have to be polite, Guan Qi was anxious, and rolled his eyes in his heart for one thing after another, "I'll go over in a while." ”